Dark Poetry ~ The Valley of Spit

Picture for poem The Valley of Spit

by Omega Maverick on 2014/03/19

Lost within spirals, gashes of turbulence,

Doubt careens into my skull spilling cream…

Sweet pleasure of surety.

Devoured by greater understanding.

 

Nothing learned about everything,

Three days forgotten, I am reborn.

Stronger longing but no longer waiting.

Aching for sublime happy endings.

 

Withered death dreams.

Fractured pieces of sanity back to the valley.
Rising to Ashes from which I came.

Happiness only when I’m slumber’s slut.

 

Swimming in wind spit.

Wash away life’s brutal thrust.

Reverse angle, all the way hilt…

 

Deep Bowel Caresses.

 

Mind’s alarm again.

Tired fire eyes fall to ashes.

Enjoyment: breath’s final release.

Punishing me for my sloth.

Drive me to journey.

 

Once more…

 

Valleys appear in this wasted land.

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